The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-07-06
A RUNAWAY MATCH.

its hinges. recognized that heaVy
step, SO like the tread of an enraged
elephant, and wondered what under
heaven had brought Maj. Philpot to
my humble lodgings. Before l could
answer the raps, the door was burst VI
olently open, disclosing the colossal
figure of the choleric major, who, evil
IDENTIFY in o towering rage, stalked across
the floor, and seated himself in the on
" safe chair the place afforded. l am
far from being n rich man, you under
stand.
"Hope see you WE'LL" I began, po-
liteIy, scarcely knowing Just how to
take him, for his uncertain temper was
a subject for comment by all who knew
or had ever heard Of him.
"Hope you do, sir; yes sir" roared
he, bringing his cane down on the floor
with O bang. "Youre old George
Green, amt you?"
II am George Green, ut Your service,
SIR said I, smothering my indignation
at his brusque manner, land, as to my
ago"
"To the ID with your age, man J"
interrupted the major with II grunt
"Who the deuce cares how old you are
Keen that as n choice morsel for tea
drinking women. / came to see you
to-day because ] have heard about you,
and am told you are the very man l
want to do business with"
"You do me proud" said l, as the
major paused for want OF breath.
"Shall be happy to serve you In my
small way, if"
"Lord save us |" calculated the major,
growing alarmingly red in the face in his
efforts to make himself heard the full
length of the block. "Why on earth
don't you keep still and let me speak.
Only one man may talk whom I'm
around, and I'm that mani Dye hear
that?"
"Anybody can hear you that chooses
to listen, If he isn't as deaf as adoor-
post!"
The major is rich man and am not,
but there the difference in favor OF the
major ends; and perhaps nobody ever
had talked to him like this before. Any
way he Gained down trihe.
"I'm told you are detective" he
growled, in a deep bass that had all
the effect OF pent-up thunder in my lit
tie room"
II am"
II hattered myself that if, rs they
say it is, "brevity is the soul of wit, "
my reply must absolutely have had a
paralyzing effect on the doughty major.
But nothing OF the sort. On the con-
trary, he actually seemed to be pleased
had said so little.
nI'll tell you what is, Green" he
broke out presently, in stentorian
Gone; I'm in a dreadful fix, and ! want
your help. Understand" :svc $50
= aPerfectly."
I aThere's my daughter. You've heard
Of my daughter, haven't you?"
soften"
Sand she's got no end of beaux and
vuch like fol-de-rols. They all swear
by the crook of her little finger that
hes the one object Of the world worth
having"
"To be sure"
aAnd what with the fifty thousand
dollars that her grandmother left her
xfty thousand gold dollars! think Of it
II don't feel inclined to dispute the
point. BY ardent young men, ladies
With fifty thousand dollar bank accounts
are objects to be desired, and my Arabel.
Ia seems to be no exception. But, sir,
and the irate father brought his mighty
fist down with resembling whack
on his ponderous leg that threatened te
split the broadcloth, and rising TO hi
full height, he fairly beloved, ii my
daughter Arabella's Judgment is blinded
by the little god called Cupid, Arabel'
las dad, sir, is up and coming, and feel'
himself able to cope with o Thousand
fortune hunting lovers; lei them come
singly or in pairs-or in battalions
event"
ave no doubt about that" as th'
major paused to gather in little vino
and clared wickedly from the corner o.
his one eye; "and. II / understand 1t
you want my assistance in outwittint
the rnscals."
AThst's the very thingl' roared he
in tone that made the windows rattle
sThat's Just IL, exactly You've hut thu
nail slap on the head It's this way
nv Arebella has actually lost her senses
and gone head over heels In love will
younR Pfllkins-know him p